Bill Dugan snapped these pictures of crazy, ranting, wordy signs on a farm in Oklahoma in 1992 -- they're a kind of anti-Burma-shave ad, with neither rhyme nor wit to distract us from their glorious tinfoil beanery.

Even in the United States of America, land of equality, when a girl who works in a shop or a beanery or does laundry, for a good example, gets a little forward, you take it in a different way than you would from a girl of money and fancy family who you meet somewhere official.

He is supposed to vibrate in cheerful nonchalance between Delmonico's and a beanery, according as he is in funds or hard up, and to exhibit a genial assurance that "a member of the New York Stock Exchange, sir," will prove a pleasant addition to the most exclusive circles.